In fact, Zhuo Wen was still at least a hundred miles away from Xuancheng, but the farthest communication distance of the paper crane was one hundred and fifty hundred miles, so it was actually not too early for Zhuo Wen to send this message. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three of them galloped all the way, and it only took one day to reach the outskirts of Xuancheng, and the speed was even faster than that of the caravan.

Horse is a compulsory course for painters, almost all painters have to learn to draw horses in the early stage, after all, there are many uses of horses, the most practical is to travel, now Zhuo Wen and his wife have reached the fifth level of copying, long-distance horse running is actually not a problem, only when you feel mentally tired, you will withdraw Ma Ling, and use walking instead.

Because the horse is not Zhuo Wen's natal painting spirit, so he can't summon more than one person like a mosquito, there are only two horses in a group of three, naturally someone is responsible for carrying Ahri, originally Zhuo Wen had a higher level and wanted to volunteer, but after being glanced at by Liang Si, he still honestly threw Ahri on her horse.

Seeing the second daughter go first, Zhuo Wen could only smile bitterly, it seems that this little girl is still thinking about herself and Ahri?

Because they were about to enter the town soon, there were more and more villages along the way, and Zhuo Wen and the three of them passed by a small village called "Qingshui Village", ready to take a break and eat something to replenish their physical strength, and then sprint to the last hundred miles.

As soon as he walked into this village, Zhuo Wen saw a scene that caught his attention.

It turned out that there was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy who was playful and was accidentally bitten by a snake in the woods, and there was no doctor in the village, and he wanted to go to the provincial capital and was afraid that the road would be far away and delay the disease, so a group of people were so anxious that they were gathering around to save the boy with local methods, but unfortunately the effect was not too ideal, and the boy's face was faintly black at this moment, and it seemed that the situation was very critical.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing Zhuo Wen preparing to step forward, Liang Si couldn't help but speak: "You want to save him?"

Zhuo Wen nodded: "Well, my mosquito 'little white face' just happens to be able to take drugs, and if I don't do anything, I'm afraid that the little guy will die." ”

Liang Sidao: "There are more people in the world who have been bitten by snakes, can you manage it?"

Zhuo Wen smiled bitterly: "Anyway, since you see it, it's just a matter of doing it but it's nothing, anyway, it's just an ordinary person, and it shouldn't cause any trouble." “

Liang Si pondered for a while: "Whatever you want." With that, he turned his back and led Ahri towards a small tea shed.

"Sure enough, it's really unkind to strangers..."Zhuo Wen couldn't help but smash his mouth, if you want to say that this Nizi is an ice cube, it's not, she obviously has seven emotions and six desires, but Zhuo Wen doesn't know why she treats strangers so indifferently, in fact, during the journey, their team has met adventurers who ask for help several times, but Liang Si has never paid attention to any of them, even if she just does it easily, she doesn't get involved, this coldness really makes her too difficult to approach.

Zhuo Wen couldn't think it through, he simply didn't want to, anyway, he just needed to know that Liang Si wouldn't treat him like this, shook his neck, Zhuo Wen walked up, stretched out his hand and patted the person blocking the wall in front of him: "Come on, come on, let one go, let one go." ”

For a strange young man suddenly crowded in the back, the villagers were depressed with a little anger, obviously in their opinion, the guy in front of him just wanted to see the excitement, but you look at the excitement in the periphery, it is so arrogant?

"Didn't I say you, young man, human life is at stake, if you look at the excitement, you should go elsewhere and accumulate some yin virtue for yourself. An aunt couldn't help but speak, and several concubines next to her seconded the proposal, and one by one.

There was a small burst of discussion about himself, Zhuo Wen was inexplicable, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he wanted to explain several times but was interrupted, and he couldn't help but feel aggrieved, I went away, I wanted to save people and was still counted? It seems that I am still too low-key, not really arrogant, you will not listen to me.

Not far away, looking at Zhuo Wen's ninety-nine-eighty-one difficult situation, Liang Si couldn't help but pout, and a trace of disdain swept by, look, tell you to be nosy. She wanted to take a sip of tea, but unfortunately there was no good tea in the countryside, but Liang Si was not very used to it, so she put down the cup after just smelling it, picked up a hot steamed bun, just like feeding a cat, tore off a little and ate a little, although on the surface she didn't care about it, but in fact, her eyes kept looking at Zhuo Wen.

Ahri next to him also had the same example, pretending to be dignified and cold, learning Liang Si's habit of eating steamed buns, in fact, the reason why this is the case is that Ahri found that Zhuo Wen seemed to like Liang Si more than her, and she subconsciously thought that it was some characteristics of Liang Si that attracted Zhuo Wen. So in order to make Zhuo Wen like herself more, she imitated Liang Si more and more deliberately, hoping that Zhuo Wen could like herself the same. Liang Si was speechless about this, and Zhuo Wen before was also embarrassed, he naturally knew Ahri's "good intentions" But where is Liang Si's manners and habits so easy to learn? Moreover, even if you learn exactly the same, you are still Ahri instead of Liang Si...

"I say it again, get out of the way. The camera turned, but saw Zhuo Wen's face at this time condensed in vain, and suddenly a wave of power came out, and the villagers who were surrounded in front suddenly felt the increased pressure on their bodies, and they couldn't help but go back in a cold sweat, and they all turned their heads and looked at the tall young man behind him, only to feel a heaviness in his throat. If you can use this kind of mental suppression on people, you don't have to think about it to know that the other party is a painter!

"Painter, it's the artist!" At this time, I don't know who shouted, and there was a commotion at the scene.

The painter is a noble profession in the landscape world, in the eyes of these ordinary civilians, they go to the heavens and the earth to burn the mountains and boil the sea, they are omnipotent, as if they are immortals, especially during the beast tide, these villagers who hid in Xuancheng witnessed the painter's war against the monsters, and they couldn't help but add three points of awe to the painter in their hearts.

At this moment, these concubines almost wanted to die, thinking that they dared to scold the high-ranking painter just now, isn't it a short life? If they could go back to the past, they would definitely slap themselves a few times just now, pounce, and dare to ridicule the painter if they didn't want to live? That's an immortal who can fight with demons and monsters (monsters), how many lives do you have to squander?

A few old black men who seemed to be their husbands next to them hurriedly came over to support their smiling faces, and bowed to Zhuo Wen is begging for mercy: "The painter forgives me, the grandmother is not sensible, and please don't care about it." "Yes, yes, they all have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, I'll teach them a lesson when I turn back, please don't remember the painter." ”

"Painter forgive you. At this time, many villagers from outside the neighborhood knelt down and kept kowtowing to Zhuo Wen, hoping that Zhuo Wen would forgive these few grandmothers who chewed their tongues.

Looking at the performance of these people in front of him, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be speechless, making me look like a robber who does all kinds of evil? Hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed it, Zhuo Wen smiled forcefully: "You don't have to do this, I'm here to save people, in fact, it's not a matter for you to block it like this, and you still delay your condition, let me come." ”

"The painter is here to save people!" At this time, an acquaintance finally spoke: "Everyone, get out of the way, the painter who is merciful and compassionate will definitely be able to save the 'iron pillar', everyone quickly give way to the painter to come in!"

When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar, where did they dare to be a human wall again, and they all stepped aside and made way for Zhuo Wen. And those grandmothers were so happy that they jumped up when they heard that Zhuo Wen didn't care about them, and their old men kept thanking Zhuo Wen for his magnanimity.

Looking at the eyes around him who looked up at him, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be embarrassed, your reaction is inevitably too big, isn't it, the painter is not a fairy, as for it? Sure enough, the countrymen are still simple and honest, this should be left in the town, and it is not so exaggerated.

Zhuo Wen walked in, looked at the blackened young man, and couldn't help frowning. Next to the young man, a thin old man hugged the young man and cried bitterly: "Master painter, you must save my iron pillar." ”

Zhuo Wen broke his hands, signaled the thin old man not to make noise, squatted down first, rolled the young man's eyelids, and looked at his lips again.

"My eyes are distracted, the corners of my lips are black, and the poison is a little deep..."Zhuo Wen muttered in his heart, I am afraid that the little white face with him will not be able to do it, and he must redraw a more perfect little white face to suck out such a deep poison.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Wen canceled the little white face he was carrying, and immediately took out the drawing board and prepared to paint.

Seeing Zhuo Wen take out the pen and paper, there was a burst of surprise around him, and the words were magical, in the eyes of these mortals, Zhuo Wen took out not a pen and paper at all, but a magic weapon that could fly away.

Zhuo Wen began to dip ink in painting, and the content was naturally a little white face, but in order to draw out the details, he enlarged the content, and suddenly, all the details of the mosquito were drawn at a glance.

Looking at Zhuo Wen's miraculous "brushwork", the villagers couldn't help but have an uproar, sure enough, he was a noble painter, the pen went long, confident, a painting process is simply flowing without the slightest stagnation and failure, although the painting is a mosquito, but between the ten strokes, it is enough to see that Zhuo Wen's skills must be not shallow.

After all, the villagers are not professional connoisseurs, and they don't know that this silky and slender brushwork is called "Gogu Gossamer Drawing", as if they all think that painters are such a system, anyway, it is a special cow x and people do not know it.

The painting is completed, and the painting is surging, but it is only three feet high, but this is already a very high-level reinforcement for the little white face, after all, it is only a foot of light in ordinary times, of course, another important reason is that Zhuo Wen does not want to expose too much, even if there are only ordinary people around, and besides, it is just to suck the snake venom of ordinary poisonous snakes, and the little white face of three feet of light is more than enough.

Although the little white face is not big, but no one dares to underestimate it, from the gushing light just now, the villagers know that this gadget must not be simple, in fact, it is true, as the mouthparts of the little white face penetrated, suddenly the face of the poisoned young man became better and better, and at the same time, the original pure white body of the little white face gradually turned black with the inhalation of toxins.

originally thought that it should be a matter of course, but before Zhuo Wen could breathe a sigh of relief, he was suddenly stunned, because at this moment, the little white face actually analyzed the composition of the "parasitic soul"!

"What is the stalk of the parasitic soul?" Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be stunned, and the little white face immediately fed back the information, saying that if he absorbed the parasitic soul, he could kidnap it to the inner world, let Zhuo Wen devour it, and strengthen his own soul.

Zhuo Wen heard it, this girl is a good thing, anyway, it is a parasitic soul, and it is not the ontological soul of this young man, maybe this young man is haunted by ghosts, and I can still help him exorcise evil spirits? Okay, then suck it. What Zhuo Wen didn't know was that he himself was a "parasitic soul", commonly known as a "traverser soul......

The little white face said, oh, leave it to me, but you need to strengthen me, after all, it takes a bit of effort to absorb this kind of thing.

"I'll lend you Long Aotian's mouthparts to strengthen your absorption ability, but be careful not to suck other people's blood. Zhuo Wen naturally had no objection, painted again, and used the painting snake to add a mouthpiece to the little white face, so that the little white face had two mouthparts at once, and directly improved the strength of the little white face from the original third-level painting spirit to the fifth-level level. (To be continued.) )